The voice of yearning

Taken with a grain of salt..

Empty is the heart that waits.
Unseen, it's rythyms remain.

Unheard is the voice of yearning
It's echoes fade into the silence
It has become.

Blind are the eyes of reason.
Who's sight has become clouded
By the thin grey line that carries over
the black, lingering against the pale.

Broken are the pieces of her dreams
That reflect from the mirror
of her distorted image

Hope is the thought that drives
the heart to continue in it's shallow
beating

Fear are the shackles that bind her
biting her tongue

Love is the vision that sees her through
When everything else is lost in the void.